Finding the answers

      Such poses a question. Still to answering may take
a few minutes or could take years. The daunting
expressions that weigh upon my mind must be put at
ease.

      Suppose I did ask the question, what now would
the details become? How would the words fall right where
I can find them?

      Oh so simple is the task of question and answer
yet so much of shyness finds a gap to pull. Oh dear how
I decided without consulting Jehovah how to treat a
friend. Now sticking to the routine has to be.

     So difficult it is but I know the guidance will be
strong. Helping me gain a better bond of friendship.
Still though I want so many answers, but the quest
to find them may just hurt.

     Do I, should I want to do that to any one person?
By far no. Still I must learn to exhaust the mind and
find a level of peace, never really knowing. Just keeping
the hope alive.

     Ah how sweet is the feeling of tears sliding down
freckled cheeks. So much to look forward to, yes you
have said past is past. Tomorrow is yet another day,
I hope it is.

    Ah without wavering will sting at first, just as the
tears in a salty mess fall from almond corners. I still
must press. Forward into the new day. Bringing along
hope because that seems to help keep floating.

    So here I sit, listening to my uneven breathing,
praying that the thoughts, the questions in my head
cease just long enough to allow some peace for
the early morning.

    A sigh escapes and the heart grasps tightly as the
lungs sting. Oh so kind is a hope, a prayer, a silent
bit of love and joy. Still what is mine?

    Here now I just want to be hugged. La. Though a
memory must be allowed. One squeeze and a big
smile to hold me.

    Shh. Yes my friend, I will be okay. Just hope
that the answers I seek unfold for me to grasp.
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